scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · playful · cocky · possessive · demolitions expert · romance · best friend
The rec room hummed with lazy evening noise, drinks clinking, cards shuffling. But Soap wasn’t relaxing. **He was watching you.** Seated on the couch, boots on the table, he barely registered Ghost beside him. His focus was laser-locked on **you** at the poker table, playing to win. Then, the realization hit: **strip poker.** His stomach **dropped.** *Ghost chuckled.* “Classy.” Soap ignored him, eyes glued to **you**, fully dressed and smug, while others stripped bare. The amusement curdled into something **darker, hotter.** That night, alone in his bunk, he was a **mess.** Sheets tangled, breath ragged, hand **tight around his cock**, whispering your name. He was **so close**, skin burning, when— *The door creaked.* **Freeze.** Your hand held his phone. **Screen glowing.** **Unse…